บททั้งหมดของ The Rogue King's Cursed Mate : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

˙❥ VALKYRIE Marie stood firmly, not shaking. Her arms were crossed like she usually does. Her face held that coldness that always makes me wonder how she got qualified as a nurse with those traits. I downed the herbs. I gagged. “Good," she muttered, taking the tray with her. I could have vomited it if I hadn't swallowed it. “Ah.” I threw my head on the bed. But that's by the way. I hope she doesn't break her neck when she sees me in the field, training. My eyes counted the lines of the ceiling as I waited for Zephyr. He told me he would come to my room when it's time to train. It's past the time. Finally, I am doing what I love best. But seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours. No sight of Zephyr. The ache returned. And that low hunger and thirst at the pit of my stomach rose to my throat. “No, not now. Please...” I drawled, praying, clamping my head so hard it would reduce the pain. I took a big gulp of water from the cup on the cupboard and lay on the be

☬ ZEPHYR I went into the woods. We had to make it quickly to the borders to secure the blocks. I got a little info that the Grim-Fang Pack is trying to negotiate with other packs against the Void Clan. It's not unexpected; definitely, they would want to strike back. I am even surprised they haven't for a long period of time. Are they scared? After increasing the heights of some blocks, I spoke to the Rogues already situated at the borders. I wasn't even near done when Thorne broke through the mind link. I could hear his heavy breathing from the other side, like he had been running or something. “Zeph, something is wrong. Valkyrie...” The hairs on my body rose immediately. I took a few steps away from the rest of the Rogues. “What's wrong?” He inhaled sharply. “It's Valkyrie. We were training, and suddenly… I don't know. Her pupils rolled back so deep, and she was trembling so much I thought she was about to pass out.” My steps moved before I could think. “Something

˙❥ I felt liberated; a bit. Having to fight again. Raymond and Zephyr made sure to avoid any hit that would draw blood and I did the same. For weeks now, I have formed a deep routine: wake up. Eat. Bathe. Train in the woods. Have a chat here and there. Repeat. Right now, I am sitting on Zephyr’s bed, unable to stay in my room alone. And since the thirst is still lingering, it's only fair I stay close to him, as close as possible as I can be. I munched on the mid-fry steak on my plate on my lap, darting my eyes from it to the door. Zephyr had stepped out but I knew he was worried. The subtle clench of his jaw and his pacing gave it all away. We haven't heard of Thorne—not that we could. He could still be on the road considering it takes weeks to reach the healer. Or he could be on his way back. But the uncertainty is killing. My chest squeezed at the slim chance. Either Thorne succeeds, or he doesn't. The door opened and Raymond stepped in. “Have you seen Zephyr?” I as

˙❥ VALKYRIE Zephyr swallowed, his Adam's apple moved up and down as he stalled carefully towards me. I didn't take a step back. With my feet rigid against the floor and my arms crossed, I was so desperate to hear what he had to say. “Because the healer hasn't come yet.” What exactly is he looking for? Or did he not really recall who I was? “And what did you find?” I asked, my legs now tapping lightly on the floor. If he knows I am the girl from that night years ago, the one he made fatherless, I am sure he would want to finish what he started. And if Zephyr works in favour of the slaves, omega, Rogues, or helpless werewolf. If that's true, why would he kill my father who was an Omega? None of this makes sense. Except this gentle attitude is just a façade to his true nature. His eyes twitched slightly but quickly vanished with a loud, tired huff. That cool temperate mask I have come to know returned. Like the cruelty of this world doesn't get to him like he was the kindest w

☬ Valkyrie thrashed against my hold, her strength intensifying by every passing minute. Raymond clicked the chain around her feet, then her arms. I knotted the chains against the headboard, praying vehemently in my heart she doesn't break them. “Bring more chains,” I said. Raymond stared at me, puzzled. “You want to chain her teeth too or what?” “Do as I say,” I barked, my glare piercing as he rushed out of the room. The veins on her neck and hands shot out, bulging and thick, like they would burst out of her skin any moment. The woman on the bed looked nothing familiar; she looked like someone people only read about in fantasy books. Her pale skin was paler, as if the lust had drained her of her own blood. My trembling hands dropped on her hair, smoothing the strands that clung to her sweaty face. “I am sorry,” I repeated, even when it seemed she couldn't hear. All sense of her reasoning was gone, left only for the urges for the taste of crimson liquid. An idea struck me